The Shadow of Rose Street
I Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of sunlight and shadows. The sunlight was on the beaches and the boulevards and the movie posters. The shadows were in the alleys and the back rooms of police stations and the offices of men who wore expensive suits and smiled with their mouths but not their eyes. I was in the shadows. I always am. My name is Jack Morana. I am forty-two years old. I served in...
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